sylvia spencer

The Cat that Came to Tea

There was once a cat called Trouble-some Mac'fee, who had a bad habit, of inviting himself to tea.When the clock struck four, he would tap on the door, meow and scrach, then lift up the latch.He never had a thought, for dear Aunt Mable, because he would rush right in, and jump straight on the table.He would steal a cake, from of the plate, then run back through the door, and out of the gate.Mac-fee Mac-fee, always there for tea.Now Mac-fee played a gamecalled, hide n seek.At one time he went missing, for over a week.Aunt Mable said'has he gone for good, but was there any reasonwhy he should! No one saw him, hair or hide, We serched all over, far and wide.Then on a Friday, just before teawho should turn up, our trouble-some Mac-FeeHis paws were dirty, and his coat was shabby, but oh how we loved, that dear old tabby.Mac-Fee Mac-Fee, always there for tea.Aunt Mable had passed on, and so had her cake, and poor Mac-Fee, was getting thin as rake.When the clock struck four, he went next door, to see what tit bits, he could score.Alas the cake was not the same, so old Mac-Fee, came home again.Poor Mac-Fee he missed aunt Mable, and all the cakes, that were laid on the table.Nine lives were leaving, poor Mac-Fee, and his troublesome days were over, and now his buried in a field, under a bed of clover.

Hi Sylvie. I very fun loving, saddish but humourous poem. What a lovely cat Macafee sounded. Thats typical of cats though isnt it. Going missing then turning up as if nothings happened. Fortunately our 2 cats havnt done that to us (yet!) . Its purrfect. A well deserved 10 in my book.
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